Green

Grey are my choirs of dissonance
Crimson is my swollen earth
Pungent is my ominous black incense
That marks the damage done by my birth

Distant are my violet whores
Where heavens never shed a tear
Pink are my farthest shores
My pictures of distaste are near

My broken king, savour your brown
White is your only turmoil
Soft and Green are her luscious lips
That kiss me through the velvet soil

Return of the Regulator

Reminds you of Warren G? I still can't find that audio cassette. This field has been barren for quite some time. It's because those rockets stopped hitting on the inside. Once again, the urge has taken over me. I've had enough fuel to stoke my flames. Burn baby,burn!